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test drive meme: november 2019
Redshift: Welcome to the v͖͕̺̲̘̱̜͎o̴̦̣̠̦̘̹͞i̯̖d̛̪̬͈̱̦̝͍̕.
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a. the truth hurts.
As though everything happening in the past month wasn't enough, there's been a minor explosion in one of the labs. No one hurt, if you don't count the hapless maintenance bot that caused the explosion in the first place.
But there are gases drifting through the laboratories, some of them making their way into the air vents, invisible to the purifiers in the system thanks to the explosion. And those gases are leaking into the air around Anchor, little pockets of danger waiting to be breathed in.
Those who breathe the gasses in might be the unluckiest Anchorites of all.
They're stuck telling the whole truth and nothing but the truth for the next five hours, give or take. Good luck with that!
But there are gases drifting through the laboratories, some of them making their way into the air vents, invisible to the purifiers in the system thanks to the explosion. And those gases are leaking into the air around Anchor, little pockets of danger waiting to be breathed in.
Those who breathe the gasses in might be the unluckiest Anchorites of all.
They're stuck telling the whole truth and nothing but the truth for the next five hours, give or take. Good luck with that!
b. retromedia.
Oblivious to what's going on inside Anchor, the shift rages outside, bringing shadows of things and places from other worlds, those things flickering into existence and out of it again.
The bad news is that the Whole Foods is gone.
The good news is the shift left something behind in its place.
A long, squat building, with cement walls painted over with stucco and punctuated by big windows. A flat roof with slanted sides, painted a deep blue. In bold yellow letters bolted to the roof, a sign:
BLOCKBUSTER
The sliding doors are broken, bouncing open and shut steadily, but the inside is clean and well-stocked with rack upon rack upon row upon row of VHS tapes, all of them neatly packaged in plastic boxes. Some of them have the movie covers on them, but most bear the Blockbuster logo and tiny labels running down the back, declaring the box's contents. There's a giant, somewhat busted up standee of Tim Allen as The Santa Clause, flickering holiday lights strung unevenly from the ceiling, and symbols of various seasonal holidays stuck up along the walls and windows.
Any movie you could possibly want lies within, or at least any movie you could possibly want that was released on Earth during or before 1994. And don’t worry if you can't find a VHS player in Anchor! There are whole shelves of VCRs tucked into one of the closets, apparently part of an aborted plan to rent out VCRs along with movies.
Poor Blockbuster. They were innovators. And now they're lost to the sands of the red shift.
The bad news is that the Whole Foods is gone.
The good news is the shift left something behind in its place.
A long, squat building, with cement walls painted over with stucco and punctuated by big windows. A flat roof with slanted sides, painted a deep blue. In bold yellow letters bolted to the roof, a sign:
The sliding doors are broken, bouncing open and shut steadily, but the inside is clean and well-stocked with rack upon rack upon row upon row of VHS tapes, all of them neatly packaged in plastic boxes. Some of them have the movie covers on them, but most bear the Blockbuster logo and tiny labels running down the back, declaring the box's contents. There's a giant, somewhat busted up standee of Tim Allen as The Santa Clause, flickering holiday lights strung unevenly from the ceiling, and symbols of various seasonal holidays stuck up along the walls and windows.
Any movie you could possibly want lies within, or at least any movie you could possibly want that was released on Earth during or before 1994. And don’t worry if you can't find a VHS player in Anchor! There are whole shelves of VCRs tucked into one of the closets, apparently part of an aborted plan to rent out VCRs along with movies.
Poor Blockbuster. They were innovators. And now they're lost to the sands of the red shift.
c. sweet sweet self-care.
While sickness persists inside Anchor's walls, those in recovery seem to be getting better every day. And while the health bots have been working overtime, some of their processes have gotten a little borked up from all the work they've been doing.
Along with medical care, they're now administering lectures to their captive audiences about the value of diet and exercise, the importance of personal hygiene, and the healing properties of massage. Some of them are forcing massages on people just to prove their point, which, y'know, could be a lot worse. At least they're good at massages?
The spa bots are getting in on the action, nagging the healthy to come for relaxation and decontamination in one gloriously bubbly swoop. They've converted several of their spa pools into sweet-smelling antibacterial baths, so you can make extra-sure you got those visiting-a-sick-friend cooties off!
No, seriously, go with them. Before they drag you there and make you take a bath like an unruly two-year-old.
Believe them, it's worth it. If you complete a circuit of the spa, including the antibacterial baths and the fresh and zesty decontamination shower, you get a shiny sparkly holographic sticker that says "YOU ARE FREE OF DISEASE" in little cheerful bubble-letters. They designed them all by themselves, totally from scratch. Are you proud?
Along with medical care, they're now administering lectures to their captive audiences about the value of diet and exercise, the importance of personal hygiene, and the healing properties of massage. Some of them are forcing massages on people just to prove their point, which, y'know, could be a lot worse. At least they're good at massages?
The spa bots are getting in on the action, nagging the healthy to come for relaxation and decontamination in one gloriously bubbly swoop. They've converted several of their spa pools into sweet-smelling antibacterial baths, so you can make extra-sure you got those visiting-a-sick-friend cooties off!
No, seriously, go with them. Before they drag you there and make you take a bath like an unruly two-year-old.
Believe them, it's worth it. If you complete a circuit of the spa, including the antibacterial baths and the fresh and zesty decontamination shower, you get a shiny sparkly holographic sticker that says "YOU ARE FREE OF DISEASE" in little cheerful bubble-letters. They designed them all by themselves, totally from scratch. Are you proud?
d. the network.
Need to get hold of someone, call for help, ask the city at large a question? Need to ask a friend which 1980s teen movie classic to watch at movie night? Maybe you need to hold your sat phone up to whatever crazy thing you're seeing and send out a recording to double-check if your eyes are deceiving you and what you're looking at is real?
Whatever the reason, the network is going strong, so feel free to include a post to it in your top-levels.
Whatever the reason, the network is going strong, so feel free to include a post to it in your top-levels.
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"You okay though? I'm Deputy Pratt." He doesn't move to get closer, or try to touch him, because it's clear that whoever this is wants to be even further away. "Just get here?"
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fine
He nods. He hasn't been here long at all.
iam call ed
brian
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"Come on, let's get away from the spa before they spot us again. Want something to eat?" Because Pratt is hungry pretty much all the time. He knows that just arriving in a strange place is unsettling and he assumes the last thing Brian wants to do is eat, but can't hurt to try. Maybe some normalcy will be reassuring?
He's not very good at being the welcoming committee.
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He has no idea where to go, though, so he'll wait for Pratt to lead the way.
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"There's a kitchen and a dining hall, there's usually food around which is probably the only good thing about this place. I'll show you where the rooms are if you want to hole up in one until the robots stop doing... whatever it is they're doing. They get like this and then they stop. I dunno what's wrong with them." Robots are new to him, especially ones like this. He saw his first roomba while here so he can't even begin to fathom how these things work.
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He nods, please show him somewhere robot free.
ro bots are of ten
prob lems
Well, the ones he didn't know where robots were fine. The ones he did know were robots mostly sucked.no subject
He heads into the kitchen, opening one of the cupboards to see what all is in there, "What do you want to eat? There's some chips and crackers and stuff. But there's also actual food in the fridge if you want a sandwich or something."
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from
but wherei
was
He didn't see them all that often, but assumed the spider-robots in Norfinbury were everywhere.
He never really thought about what he ever wanted to eat. So he just follows after Pratt as the other man rummages, occasionally stuffing packages of food in his mailbag.
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"Are those words tangible? Like are they actual things? Do you hit them on doorframes?" Okay so that might not be the most pressing matter to ask about, but he's really curious. He's not going to try and touch them even though he wants to, but he's really wondering how that works. "You got a phone and the speech from what's his name in the wall right?"
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theyare just
words
They can't be touched. He pokes them to show; its basically just a magic hologram.
He nods and takes out the communicator. He's been over the network but hasn't done much with it. Yet.
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"So if you need to contact anyone, you can use that. Sorta like a phone. But with less video games."
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dojust
sleep
any where ?
He assumes its more like Norfinbury where everyone just took what they got instead of the Meadous where everyone got a house. He woke up in the house in the Meadous, after all, and he wasn't sleeping in that arrival room here. Too many robots.
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"There's also a bar. A spa. Kitchens and dining hall."
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donot wantto
share
donot
trust
Anyone here, yet.
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"Come on, we'll get you a place. Or you can at least look at them." Pratt gestures him to follow, heading towards the sort of barracks where most of the rooms are located. "I mean I guess you could live anywhere. No one would stop you. But these have bathrooms so..."
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howmany
are
?
How many people, he means. Or maybe bathrooms. Who knows.
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"Thirty I think? I haven't counted lately, but if you just showed up then there's probably more, people tend to come in a big group all at once. I think that's how the teleporter works? It pulls in a bunch and then goes offline and then comes back and pulls in more."
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Thirty, though...is that a lot? There had been a lot in Norfinbury but they were mostlu spread out so it was okay. He's not sure how may were in the Meadous...
how big is
?
And how easily can he avoid these 30ish people.
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He leads them down a hallway, hitting buttons on the wall to try and open doors. "If anyone lives in them they should be locked. Or I'm going to barge in on some random people and feel like a jerk or -- ah. Here we go. Empty one."
The door opens up, revealing a pretty basic barracks style bunkroom.
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He peeks into the room past Pratt. It reminds him of the bunker back at Norfinbury...he's not sure if that's good or bad, really.
arethey all li ke
this
?
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"Why? Want something specific?"
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they
lock
?
whereis
key ?
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"You link it to your phone. Then you just walk up to it with your phone in your pocket and it knows. And the door slides open. All futuristic and cool."
Look he's excited about this future tech.
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howto make
yours
?
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"It's pretty handy. Kinda wish I had this back home so I didn't have to carry around a giant keyring."
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